April is my coolest month. My scenes switch dramatically each day with each gig. One day, my Middle Schoolers in Peekskill retell touching tales of long ago, they gleaned from senior citizens. The next day finds me knocking the troll off the bridge thrilling four year old kids in Dobbs Ferry. Tomorrow is National Arts in the School Day, in Port Chester. I’ll don my colonial frock and knee breeches, to sing and tell the tale of “Yankee Doodle on the Hudson” with Rich Bala while we are the Hudson River Ramblers.
Friday takes me home to Cold Spring on the Hudson. I’ll share local lore to connect these billion year old Highlands Hills to today’s calls to “go green.”
Once upon this Spring time, Fairy Tales shall be written in a residency with second graders in Bronxville. Want to know my secret story ingredients? One trunk of trouble. Two talking characters. Three steps solves the trouble (as long as you are kind to the magic helper!) Four dashes of imagination – something surprising! Add five senses words and you’ve got a story worth telling!
The Rhinecliff Inn invited your tale teller to exhalt Great Britain on Saint Georges Day – the 25th! The month ends in Closter, New Jersey with myths of nature.
Next month is Medieval Manors and Manners! Albany! Long Island and Westchester! Sixth graders will solve feudal mysteries, get into garb to knight a squire, then, they’ll catch a unicorn. Vivant!
Ground Hog’s Day 2010 mixed shadows and light, new wonder and old winter. I performed for a lively clutch of four year olds in New Canaan in the morning. The afternoon took me to Peekskill for my weekly intergenerational program. Circling my arms to give the moral of “Big Fish, Small Pond” I intoned.
“After his adventure in the wild river, Bigfish learned something.” A rapturous tyke leads up, slips under my arms, stands inches from my nose and blurts. “What did Bigfish learn! Please tell tell tell!” What I learned performing for small groups. “Sometimes, it’s good to be a big fish in a small pond!”
Later, an 84 year old woman described to story gathering Peekskill Middle Schoolers, what she got for her twelfth birthday. Bread and butter! Living in Nazi Germany, Jewish families were not entitled to ration cards. Her father managed to finagle the treat, and a few days later, escape from the holocaust. The kids were stunned by the story. And I had a day I could relive again!